Volume 2, Chapter 237: Monks do not tell lies.
One person landed first.
A thigh was thrown on the ground, and the blood, which had not yet dried, was particularly dazzling in the sunlight.
"Mr. Zang, I have accomplished my mission. On behalf of Guixu Sect, I have successfully killed this villain..."
Almost at the same time, another thigh emerged.
Appeared on the ground.
"Master Zang, I have a thigh as proof that I killed him with one sword."
"No, no, fellow Daoist Zang, it was clearly me who beheaded that person. This head is the proof. The one who cut off the head is the one who beheaded him."
“........”
Broken arms and limbs emerged one after another, scattered all over the street, and when pieced together, they could indeed form a person.
But the situation now is really frightening.
A group of people were talking at once, and more or less everyone had some organs in their hands. Those who had obtained limbs and heads were naturally more confident, while those who had obtained organs were somewhat less confident.
Naturally, the voice should be lower.
People from the ten major sects and major families are still arguing about who killed this person.
However, Ye Tingmu sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, letting the wind and waves rise.
Still enjoying the food.
This inevitably made the people around gasp again.
The look of fear in his eyes when he looked at Ye Tingmu became even stronger.
How to say it, this child was not moved at all by such a bloody and noisy scene, which shows how extraordinary he is.
It’s not as simple as the book says.
They couldn't help but talk and whisper.
"It's so pitiful for this person."
"Rather than saying this person was too miserable, it's better to say that this burial was too cruel."
"No wonder he's called that. Seeing this scene, even I can't help but feel like retching, but he's still eating with such relish, tsk tsk."
"Didn't you hear what he said just now? He said he came from the Burial Ground and is a descendant of an ancient god. What is the Burial Ground? Legend has it that it is an ancient mass grave. How could someone who crawled out of a pile of dead bodies be a good person? This is just a small matter."
Ye Tingmu listened to the discussions of the crowd without any intention of expressing his opinion. Since you want to fight, then fight. It would be better if you fight to the point of bloodshed. The greater the resentment, the better. After all, you are all my potential enemies.
He finished the chicken leg in his hand, then sucked it, shook his legs, and said calmly: "Hey, you guys are putting me in a difficult position. Everyone says they killed it themselves, who should I believe?"
He pretended to be in great trouble.
"Trust me, it was me from Guixu Sect who killed him."
"Bullshit, it's clearly my Misty Rain Tower, okay? I swear in the name of my senior brother, if it's false, my senior brother will have no descendants."
"Damn it! I was the one who killed it, how did it become yours? I swear in the name of the Taoist Ancestor..."
"Just shut up, how did Daozu die? Have you forgotten? It was my Fengjian Sect that killed this man."
"My Tian Academy has always been rigorous. This matter will be recorded in the book in the future. I can responsibly say that I killed this person..."
Suddenly, a figure came out from the crowded crowd. He had a fat belly, wore a light yellow cassock, and had a monk's scar on his head. It was obvious at first glance that he was a Buddhist disciple.
He was chanting the Buddha's name.
"Amitabha, benefactor, please believe me. I killed this man. They just stole my head."
When the monk said he had killed someone, everyone looked at him at the same time.
Ye Tingmu also became interested.
It's quite interesting that a monk appeared among this group of people.
He was about to ask something, but before he could open his mouth, the other immortals and family members nearby stood up and questioned him first.
"You are a monk, you can't talk nonsense. Besides, what evidence do you have to prove that you killed this person?"
The fat monk heard this without panic, and stretched out his right hand, which had been behind his back.
In his hand was a scarlet object.
"This is evidence."
Ye Tingmu couldn't help but stand up. Because the thing was covered in blood and flesh, he really couldn't tell which organ it was, so he asked, "Monk, what is this thing?"
The monk heard this and said with a hint of shame on his face, "This is kidney."
hiss....
Almost at the same time, everyone present felt a tightness in their crotch and a cool breeze suddenly rose out of nowhere.
Ye Tingmu couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
This guy is so cruel.
He tore all of their stuff off.
There was also an uproar all around.
"Fuck you! The more I look at this monk, the less he seems like a good person."
"So cruel, targeting the weak spots."
Only one woman looked at what the monk held in his hand with a look of resentment and regret on her face.
“What a pity.”
"What did you say?"
"I think it's a shame to tear it down. It's such a shame..."
"you....."
At this time, the monk's voice continued to sound.
"Donor Zang, you know that monks do not tell lies. This person was really killed by me. The sun and the moon can bear witness to this."
Damn it, what else can Ye Tingmu say?
If you believe that there are ghosts, then monks don't kill any living beings, but you still kill one.
"Come on, you monk, you're obviously not a good person."
"That's right, Master Zang, don't be fooled by him. Being a monk is very hard. Come to our Biluo Pavilion, where there are many female disciples."
“........”
With the appearance of the monk, a group of people instantly shifted their focus to the monk and began to attack him.
The monks were not willing to be outdone and fought with them fiercely. They also cursed them in the name of Buddha, saying that they would not be able to enter heaven after their death.
They argued for several minutes.
Ye Tingmu just spoke out to stop him.
"Alright everyone, since we can't come to a conclusion on this matter, how about you all accompany me for a walk?"
"I don't know what you need me to do, Brother Zang. Just tell me, I can do it for you."
"That's right. If you need anything, just tell me and I, the Divine Sword Sect, will be at your service."
Ye Tingmu looked at the end of the long street not far away.
He bowed and said, "To be honest, I came here to activate my spiritual roots, so why don't you all come with me?"
When they heard that Ye Tingmu was going to activate his spiritual roots, the group of people became even more excited.
They are all looking forward to being able to enter the top three of the Tianzong list before their spiritual roots are awakened, and after their spiritual roots are activated.
To what extent can it be achieved?
In other words, they all wanted to witness what kind of extraordinary spiritual roots Zang, who was ranked third on the Tianzong list, could activate.
"It is our great honor to witness the birth of a genius, so we are willing to go."
"The graceful demeanor of fellow Daoist Zang is definitely worth seeing."
"Count me in, I'm willing to go too."
So, surrounded by the crowd, Ye Tingmu carried the coffin and led the way towards the Spirit Testing Square.
The people around tactfully made way for the passage.
Behind him, the people from the ten major immortal sects and their families followed closely behind him, always looking respectful.
After Ye Tingmu took everyone away, Xu Men, who was hiding in the crowd, instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
He patted his chest and sighed,
"Fortunately, they didn't come to cause me any trouble. They really scared me to death."
His fear came from the unknown about Ye Tingmu and his unique aura.
He didn't have any thoughts of resisting.
Fortunately, Ye Tingmu obviously did not come here to flatten the Demon Sealing City. In this way, he could still be the city lord.
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